“The problem is, it’s impossible to balance these two loyalties. Believe me, I try. And then, when I get this attitude from you, it’s frustrating and infuriating”
Yocheved confronted me the moment I walked into the boutique.
“How did your lesson go?” There was a smirk on her face, and her voice dripped disdain. “Did you convince the girls to put me out of business?”
I had an urge to hurl my notepad across the room and flee, never to return. One more takanos dig… I glared at her, my breath shaking.
But then, while my mind raced, trying to formulate a fitting counter barb, I caught a flicker in Yocheved’s eyes. There was something there, a trace of… not sarcasm. Something small and wounded, something vulnerable, behind the snarky veneer.
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